On the evening of the Winter Solstice we give the girls one combined gift that in some way represents Earth and all its wonderful goodies. This year we gave them this very cool globe, which I'm pleased to say they find fascinating. Usually it's a one-gift night, but this year we were lucky enough to have my siblings-in-law, Chris and Sonya (better known as Aunt So-So), with us. My brother Steve and sister-in-law Joy (better known as Aunt Jo Jo) joined us for dinner as well.
Because Chris and Sonya were only passing through we figured we would let the girls open their Christmas gifts from them while they were there to see Kate and Sarah's smiling faces. It was nearly Kid Bedtime by the time we managed to gather in front of the tree to watch the girls rip open their presents. To Kate's delight, she received her very own copy of Mulan. "Oh, let's go watch it right now!" she said. We told her, no, that it was bedtime but she could watch it the next evening. This was unacceptable to Kate. "Pleeeeeease, just a little bit of it?!?" We held firm that it was time to go upstairs (Sarah was already laying on her blanket on the floor while insisting she wasn't tired.) Still Kate begged. Finally Uncle Steve said "No Kate, we're not watching Mulan. We're all going to watch porn." flatly, dismissively. Kate began the full-on whine, almost cry, wailing "I don't wanna watch porn!" and I realized for at least the 100th time that having a bunch of brothers isn't nearly as corrupting as having a bunch of uncles. I can't wait until she tells her teacher her uncle makes her watch porn. I plan to have hot coffee and scones at the ready for the nice social worker...
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Can never start them too early with all the inappropriate topics of conversation. As long as she keeps saying she doesn't want to watch porn!
Oh, well done! +1 for adding "porn" to her vocabulary and +943 when CPS shows up to interrogate you.
excellent. -sister k
You jest, but the social workers did show up at my aunt's house after my cousin told the teacher they'd had water for breakfast because there was no milk (my aunt just forgot to buy it). And that was in the 60's before peanut butter check points and anti-bacterial clothes.
So awesome.
Apparently, after a little eavesdropping at a party last weekend, BrightBoy (aged 4) dropped this question on his grandparents on the drive home....
"So... Nanna... why does Uncle ___ have to wear a condom?"
I have not heard their answer.
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